Breastplate Poems

Kneel and recieve'

Kneel and you will receieve, accepting Jesus is key.' Open
Your heart and clear the air.' Realise He will take away the
Despair.' Accept His Blood call on His Name  He of Eternal
Fame.' In fullfiling His Fathers Will; every type of sin He killed.' So now arise to victory..One of His leigions' fully free!
Denied the weight sin..And its rancid seeds, let the
Tree of life' take root within.' Move in prayer and others
Gain.' Spread His teachings' revere His Name the King of
Kings and Lord of lords.' now advance on satan with the
Spirits sword' move in.' And never yeild; hold fast the
(Faithfull sheild) keep salvation in your mind.' He will
Make your breastplate shine.' Tread the Gospel way
In the shoes, He has made; for you will never lose !

Against Darkness

Against Darkness

A: Armor is the protective
G: Gear to guard 
A: Against the fiery darts 
I: In combat of good vs evil
N: No greater threat 
S: Stands in our way
T: Than the darkness from the devil himself.

D: Defense is given with the shield of faith
A: And because you need to stand strong
R: Remember your shoes, the gospel of peace
K: Keep truth around your waist
N: Need the breastplate of righteousness
E: Ease into mind protection with the helmet of salvation 
S: Swing the sword of the spirit
S: See the protection of the Lord.

Take up thine armour

No principality shall stand,
for God is ruler of this land.
Lord help us root for all that's right,
as we wrestle, each day and night.

Humble thyself before the Lord,
lay down your weapons at thy door.
Put on the whole armour of God,
stand firm in Christ, against all odds.

Buckle thy belt upon thy waist,
it shall be truth, that you sayeth.
Place thy great, righteous breastplate on,
and shoes of peace to walk there-on

Pick up thy shield of faith with pride,
boast only in the Lord, our guide.
Take Salvation's helmet of hope,
and Spirit's sword, the Word of love.

And now complete with armour on,
go forth my friends, disciple on!
And have no fear, be not dismayed,
for Jesus Christ, our ransom paid.



02.28.2024

5, Pentameter

"5, Pentameter"

Where goest thou scribe?
you write and write and write
but nothing right 

black lines 
words artisan 
like charcoal

who sees the marks 
pentameter scorched 
smoking invisible 

in that place

just so
branded above
the breastplate

the wrist pauses 
the sword held aloft
the thought hovers

waiting to be 
cut 
in half

and dropped
but 5 too shallow
and the grave, 

too deep

the eyes 
en garde
the mind 

like a stitch
in time
cast off

shuffles 
soft shoe
off 

this mortal coil
tiger balm 
lit 

with 
mosquitoes
to sleep

separated
captured
eventually


(LadyLabyrinth/2023)

Lady Macandroid

Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine, 
Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels,
Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged
On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed
Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman
With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate,
A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt
No man may boast of stealing and still live,
Who beats men at their own battle games,
A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears
And globules of mercury exude from grey glands

Armour of the Almighty Lord

Helmet of Salvation
 Breastplate of Righteousness
Belt of Truth
 Shield of Faith
Sword of the Spirit
 Shoes of the Gospel of Peace

Based on Ephesians 6:11-18
Poetry Chipepo Lwele

Captain America's Shield

As a cloak, it protects—a barrier of sorts,
A safeguard, like umbrellas to rain.
A breastplate not worn; a mask unadorned
A rampart-type bulwark, restrained.

Initially triangular, now morphed to encircle,
An offensive Vibranium guard—THAT DEFENDS!
Red, white, & blue armor, plated to sparkle.
Ensuring swift justice, as a means to an end.

Captain America’s shield is a symbol,
For times when character wanes.
An instrument of warfare—that's nimble,
Serving good wrapped in villainous chains.

The shield defends freedom,
And the American way.
An armored symbolic medium,
Dispersing the evil of human decay.


Submission to Robert James Liguori poetry contest: Captain America's Shield

Mindful of Struggle

Mindful of struggle
between heav’n and hell,
do not wrap thyself in immorality.
each day’s a choice
to don a belt,
a breastplate, shoes, a helmet,
hold up a Roman-sized shield,
and wield a two-edged sword.
Yes, don the armor of God.
Don’t forget to bend your knees,
to pray, praise and give thanks.
For there’s a father wanting to treat
his child to an all-encompassing eternity -
it’s wild; the Creator’s imagination.
It’s where all struggle strangulates,
death and hell disappear from sight.
It’s life, baby, it’s life!

4/29/2022

Dressed For the Occasion

In Jerusalem's Holy Temple
  the High Priest entered
the Holy-of-Holies once a year
  on that Holiest of Days, Yom Kippur

From the top of his exotic, oriental turban
  dressed for the occasion was he
Dazzling gems on a breastplate of gold
  bells ringing from his cloak for you and me...

...to know when he'd entered to beseech of the Lord
  forgiveness and pardon for every Jew's sins
Uttering the Name of the Ineffable One ~
  a most solemn proposition

And though dressed for the occasion was he
  how humbling to stand, as if naked, in front of God Who
had custom-stitched every inch of his garments ~
  commanded him on Yom Kippur what he should do

Exile On a Whim

Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty,
footnotes to a chapter without end.
Wistfully I crane my neck in peril,
finger marks on carbon black hand rail,
sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps.
Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance.
Butterflies somersault in tummy.
Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump.
Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice.
Bin tag compass grazed.
Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast.
Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears.
Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks
quaintly beckon.
Despite my better judgement I press on.

20 lines 
Date posted : 17 th December 2021

Spiritual Armor

wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage

rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth

safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate

love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news

strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield

empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet

God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit

seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly

Amputated Candy Dream: Daddy Is Home

AMPUTATED CANDY DREAM (DADDY IS HOME)

Service to your country's breastplate,
Honour to a nation is your fate
Hero of the state,
Weapon of the government,
Legend of the battlefield sent

to thrive tirelessly in war,
Not mindful of what might befall...
You took your life in your hand
But the battle claimed your hand,
became the emblem of survival,
Spoiler of the taken cities, upheaval,
As you traded a part to the war.
Loyalty to country's what you stand for.
My imagination unveil it suspense,
Goodies I envision'd & awaits

But the reality was your amputation
Which shatter'd my Candy dream imagination
Now that peace is come
And the wars you overcome,
Home you returned,
In filth of army strips, enamored
In bandages you're braced,
Can't even imagine what you faced
and what the blast of war would bring,
Filth in trench from fall to spring.

I waited for your embrace,
With anticipation & bright face 
As you bring back blue days
But Daddy returned pledged to his words,
Conquering death rendezvous of wars.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 3rd February, 2021.

Armor of God

Each day we need our armor for the fight,
to wage the battle from daybreak to night ~
protection to wield.

The struggle is against not flesh and blood
but evil forces; enemies of God
souls, the battlefield.

The belt of truth fastened, the strong breastplate
of godliness, gospel boots laced up straight ~
faith, our robust shield.

Wearing the helmet of his saving grace,
God's Word, the two-edged sword ready in place ~
His wisdom revealed.

Dark days are coming; pray and do not fear.
God's armor helps his people persevere ~
Satan's fate is sealed.


// Based on Ephesians 6:10-18 //

written 10 Aug 2020

The Tin Man

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIoleidZAiQ

He holds his own heart in his hands but doesn't feel it
the tin feels cold to the touch I think he was hurt too much
wearing a funnel over his head he smokes away his dreams
he wants to be loved but, you can't give what you don't get  
To anyone who feels unloved today the sun says, "I Love You "
as it lands on the vessel  but not the man whos lonesome and  gray
he tilts his shadow towards the big forest feeling all hollow inside
no he doesn't remember the last time he suddenly, cried...
Rain begins to drum against his breastplate armor he begins to rust
he hears a tiny whisper a seedling in the morning dawn, " heh you"
"me?" he says, as little fires start, in his impassive eyes of gold
"yes you" says the voice, you're more then just tin, I LOVE YOU!
he opens the little trap door and feels a gush of red, Achew !
For the first time in his life he feels the cold, the sun, the rain, its insane
he can now walk without a creak, he's been oiled with love and he
feels right as rain.

Gay Blade Garcia

Gay Blade Garcia was a very angry non-accomplished cat.
He lived a lie for a life, and it kept him mad and fat.
His mother kept telling him she loved him and his preferences did not matter.
He was a general in the army, but still mad as a teapot hatter.

Just have the life you want, his grandmother cat told him with guff.
He had ribbons on his breastplate, but it simply was not enough. 
He had a partner, Jake, that he wanted to tell about to the world.
But in Cat City, this news would be like grim reaper being unfurled.

So he stormed into battle with his sword and his badges, killing people.
Burning down buildings, slathering blood around, toppling church steeples.
Gay Blade Garcia spent much of his life showing how manly he was.
When actually inside he was sobbing, a warm sweet bit of fuzz.

His partner Jake eventually wandered off on his own, disconnected. 
He could not take his partner being so sad, and horribly sad affected. 
Gay Blade Garcia was the saddest general in the army of Cat City.
He was sad the rest of his life because not being yourself is not pretty.

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